I am IN THE DOGHOUSE at work.....

It's against your religion to lie... They wouldn't want to persecute you for your religious beliefs would they?

 

Put the two of them into the throes of hysteria by dismantling the Tooth Ferry and the Easter Bunny. It will serve them right. :thumbs:

 

Wow. I wonder how they'll react when they find out BHO isn't really the Messiah. You have to wonder what planet some folks come from. . .

If Ms. Drama Queen is doing all this just for attention, it may well bite her in the rear when all the other kids start making fun of her daughter for still believing in Santa Claus.

 

This one is easy, tell her something that will take her mind off Santa, tell her the Easter Bunny isn't real either. :laugh:

 

You're a mean one, Ms. Grinch,
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel, Ms. Grinch.
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a monster, Ms. Grinch,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul, Ms. Grinch.
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You're a foul one, Ms. Grinch,
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Ms. Grinch.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a foul one, Ms. Grinch,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks,
Your soul is full of gunk, Ms. Grinch.
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk!"

You're a rotter, Ms. Grinch,
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots, Ms. Grinch
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots!

You're a three decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

You nauseate me, Ms. Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus",
You're a crooked dirty jockey
And you drive a crooked hoss, Ms. Grinch.
You're a three decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

 

Suppose, when this little girl was an ankle biter, Miss Scarlett, you taught her that 2+2= 2 with the provision when the girl was almost old enough to drive the true answer of 4 would be revealed. You would've been sacking groceries at the Piggly-Wiggly instead of molding minds of mush.

Frankly, Scarlett, the mama's an idiot. If you need me to come down to Bayou country and tell her so I will leave tonight. She's lied to Honey Boo-Boo for thirteen years and you get sent to the principal's office? As long as I'm coming I will stop and see if I can get a spine. Mr. Principal needs an implant.

Sister, I know you are tender-hearted and feel like you crushed this little girl's world. You did her a favor. Her mama needs to grow up her ownself. That little girl needs a parent not a playmate.

 

Reminds of me an anime where these high school girls were talking about when they discovered that Santa Claus wasn't real and then suddenly one of them's like, "You mean he isn't?" with sad puppy-dog eyes. lol

 

I was probably 6-7 and noticed the string tying the fake beard to Satan Claws and then told my older brother what I saw, and then he told me Satan Claws isn't real, not a problem with me.

 

I was 8 and my stepdad decided to end the belief for me. I didn't think it was a big deal.

 

So sorry to hear you are in the doghouse, but it serves her right for allowing her daughter to believe something like that at her age! Good grief!! She should have told the daughter years ago. What did she think was going to happen? That the daughter would believe until she was 40? Or maybe that she would never find out?

*Sigh.....*

 

BTW, I told both my boys when they were 5 (now they are 29 and 27) because I didn't want them to be made fun of, or find out in a traumatic way. So far, no harm done and they still speak to me.

 

That's right! That is what grandparents are for. :thumbs:

 

Nonnie and PopPop. You'll appreciate this. He'll be four in March. My wife walks by and he says, "Nonnie thundered past." PopPop says, "Big words for a little guy." He replies, "I'm given to hyperbole."

And for what it is worth he says Santa is a made up story but he likes it.

 

Reminds me of one of my daughters, she would say the most grownup things when she was little.

When she was about four she was riding in a grocery cart as little children do. A lady stopped and said, My, you are so sweet, how old are you? Without batting an eye my daughter said matter-of-factly, Sixteen years old! :laugh:

Another time she was scribbling on a notepad when an older sister said, You can't write on that, that's Mom's notepad!

She stood up, raised her hands and said, Hey, what's the problem??

Kids are wonderful.